Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Tempest by Brit Constantine

Title: The Tempest
Author: Brit Constantine
Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance
Expected Release Date: May 26, 2017

They call him “The Tempest.”
England’s most feared heavyweight-boxing champion.
He despises the fame and glory, but it’s nothing compared to the hate he inflicts on himself. All he wants is to be left alone to live on his boat in misery.

When I line up for his autograph, it’s instant fireworks. But not the beautiful stars-shine-bright kind. He’s rude. Heartless. A ticking time bomb of rage.
Luckily, I’m not afraid to put a lit match to his fuse.
I upload a private video of him to my one-million-subscribers channel. The video goes viral.
The ex-Royal Marine nearly breaks down my studio door to flag me inappropriate…
…while I’m in the middle of a live streaming event.
I don’t tell him. I don’t switch off the camera. I keep recording, secretly playing to my audience. He should have checked if the camera was rolling, right?

It should be a shipwreck from the moment the storm hits.
It is.
And then … it isn’t.
Our attraction is painful, undeniable, and it’s like I am Eve and his lips are the apple, and damn if his tongue isn’t the snake.

I am the only girl who can put this broken man back together again.
But he knows the secret he is keeping will tear us apart. He knows it’ll force my hand to break ties with the only family I have left in the world.
But once The Tempest, the man with the iron heart, falls in love … he’ll crush anyone who dares to take me away from him.
I have no choice but to go down with his ship.
Hook, line, and goddamned sinker.
The Tempest is a contemporary romance story of love, comedy and treachery.

No cheating. No OW/OM. Standalone. HEA. 18+

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
It was the year 2012 when I sat in my conservatory with a glass of wine and opened up the first page to Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. It altered the way I saw my life, and the world around me. It made me look at everything a little differently, opening up my eyes a litter wider to the hidden beauty in the world through all the tragedy we see and feel every day.

It was the first romance book where I felt the main couple actually listened to each other and fell in love with the heart and not the body. It was magical with engaging characters, and it broke my heart in pieces. But ultimately, it was an uplifting and witty tale that inspired me to follow my dreams. It was unforgettable.

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
In regards to The Tempest, writing the comedy scenes was by far the most entertaining part of the whole process. The humorous situations I put my characters in had me laughing so hard my belly hurt, and it feels good to laugh, right?

Here’s a fun fact: The scene where Felicity accidently gives Lenic the wrapped gift given to her by her best friend was based on a real life event that happened to me! It was a real Trauma-Rama at the time, but now I look back at the embarrassing event and can laugh at myself.

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
Romance. Always romance. I’m a hearts and kittens and rainbows kind-of-girl who loves — no needs — happily ever afters, and gorgeous book boyfriends on a weekly basis. Love and humour are my most cherished elements in life, and so I want to immerse myself in them as much as I can, feed my mind and heart with them, always.

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
Jane Austen! Pride and Prejudice, the intelligent strong-minded Elizabeth Bennet, the sexy chivalrous Mr Darcy … need I say more? I know she didn’t write the scene featured in the BBC adaptation where Darcy jumps into the lake, but oh my … what a feel! If Darcy had ever become a Royal Marine turned bare-knuckle boxer, I think he would have been very close to my hero, Lenic Reevus.

Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
Ballet was my passion from the age of six, but my career ended before it had a chance to begin due to a knee injury. Ballet was everything to me, and I lost myself there for a while. It was like being pushed into the darkest corner and the only way I could survive was to write out the pain.

I started out with poems, and then one evening, it was late at night, 2 a.m. even, and I wrote this short story about a girl who lost her puppy in the woods and found a whole new world while searching for him. Ever since that night, I’ve never looked back once and thought of what I could have been, up there on stage. I can’t see myself doing anything else anymore. All I want to do is write funny and tragic and uplifting love stories with beautiful happily ever afters.

Thank you so much for having me as a guest on your lovely blog. It’s been wonderful! Luv, Brit!

Author Bio:
Brit Constantine is a twenty-something author of The Tempest, her first published novel. Writing and ballet are the two things she lives for … next to cheesecake and firemen. When she’s not writing, or randomly bidding for useless items on the Web, she’s either earning bruises at her boyfriend’s mixed martial arts club or sipping on a perfect glass of Pimm’s with her girlfriends. She lives in London with her ever-growing collection of shoes. It’s a woman’s right to shoes.

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A Limited Engagement by Josh Lanyon

Ross has done everything Adam has asked him to do, including giving the man a part in his new play. All he wants is for Adam to keep his mouth shut about Ross' real life, which contradicts his image as a straight playwright. Adam knows that Ross has to face his true self, though, and he's ready to do whatever it takes to make Ross see the truth. Will all of Adam's effort backfire, or will Ross take what he needs?

Also available in the paperback collection In Sunshine or In Shadow Short Stories Volume 1.

In Sunshine or in Shadow: Short Stories: Volume I
A print reader's delight. Thirteen short stories, five never before collected in print, written between 2007 and 2013. Sexy, sweet, and occasionally strange, these brief but emotionally powerful stories encapsulate everything readers of Male Male romance have come to love most about Josh Lanyon's work.

The collection includes the five Petit Mort stories written for JCP Books: "Slings and Arrows," "Other People's Weddings," "Sort of Stranger Than Fiction," "Critic's Choice" and "Just Desserts."

Arranged to flow thematically and stylistically are "Perfect Day," "A Limited Engagement," "In Sunshine or In Shadow," a lightly rewritten version of "The French Have a Word for It," "In a Dark Wood," "Until We Meet Once More," "Heart Trouble" and the new and exclusive "In Plain Sight."

I first read this short story as part of the author's short story collection In Sunshine or In Shadow Volume 1 and I enjoyed it then.  I was gifted A Limited Engagement by a friend who didn't know I had already read it so I did a re-read and I think I loved it even more the second time around.  Could Adam and Ross' story been better had it been longer? Of course but its not and I found it to be intriguing just as it is.  Since this is a short story I'll make even less reference to plot/spoilers than I usually do but I will say this: if this was real life I can safely say I would not be to happy with either character and the actions they take but as it's fiction, I loved the whole "how far will they go when pushed to their limit" idea.  So often in life we see things and say "I'd never do this" or "I'd definitely do that" but truth is we don't know how we would react when push comes to shove, we may know how we would think we would react but one never knows till they face a situation.  There are very few authors that can pack such a strong punch into so few pages but Josh Lanyon has done just that.  A Limited Engagement is an intriguing idea that will get you thinking and leave you entertained.


I heard the key in the lock, switched on the porch light, and opened the door.

The rain poured off the roof of the cabin in a shining fall of silver needles, bouncing and splashing off the redwood deck. Ross stood there, blue eyes blacker than the night, the amber porch light giving his skin a jaundiced cast.

“You're here,” he said in disbelief. The disbelief gave way instantly to the rage he'd been banking down for -- well, probably since the newspapers came out that morning. Even in the unwholesome porch light I could see his face flush dark and his eyes change.

I stepped back -- partly to let him in, because really what choice did I have? Even if I'd wanted to keep him out, it was his cabin. Partly because…it was Ross and I had no walls and no doors and no defenses against him.

He followed me inside, shaking his wet, black hair out of his eyes. He wasn't wearing gloves, and his hands were red from the cold. His Joseph Abboud overcoat dripped in a silent puddle around his expensively shod feet. “I am going to kill you,” he said carefully and quietly, and he launched himself at me.

I jumped back, my foot slipped on the little oriental throw rug, and I went down, crashing into the walnut side table, knocking it -- and the globe lamp atop it -- over. The lamp smashed on the wooden floor, shards of painted flowers scattering down the hallway.

Ross's cold hands locked around my throat. Big hands, powerful hands -- hands that could stroke and soothe and tease and tantalize -- tightened, choking me. I clawed at his wrists, squirming, wriggling, trying to break his hold.

'Til death do you part...

“R-R-ogh--” I tried to choke out his name as he squeezed.

The blood beat in my ears with the thunder of the rain on the roof. The lights swirled and dimmed, the black edges swept forward and washed me out with the drum of the rain on the roof.

Author Bio:
A distinct voice in gay fiction, multi-award-winning author JOSH LANYON has been writing gay mystery, adventure and romance for over a decade. In addition to numerous short stories, novellas, and novels, Josh is the author of the critically acclaimed Adrien English series, including The Hell You Say, winner of the 2006 USABookNews awards for GLBT Fiction. Josh is an Eppie Award winner and a three-time Lambda Literary Award finalist.

EMAIL: josh.lanyon@sbcglobal.net

A Limited Engagement

In Sunshine or In Shadow: Short Stories Volume 1

Soft Pleasure by Dany Rae Miller

Title: Soft Pleasure
Author: Dany Rae Miller
Series: Wolven Moon #4
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 3, 2017
The truth can either ruin you or set you free.

Freaks like me can’t do relationships, not when there are huge parts of yourself you can’t let anyone see. No matter how strong the pull between us, no matter that he sets my body on fire with his touch, I can’t have Gunnar Bodolf. But he knows things about me and my past – things I’m desperate to know, too.

The chemistry between us is exquisite. Powerful. Primitive. Sophia Soft wants me as much as I want her. I came back to Aspen a lone wolf with one mission, to connect the hereditary witch with her forgotten power. Now wild fantasies have raised another tantalizing desire, get her into my bed and make her mine.

Truth. Power. Lust. Not necessarily in that order.

While I set out containers of food, Sophia goes off somewhere in her mind. I wonder what she sees. Full-fledged memories, or glimpses of her childhood here? Not that horrific night. That much I can tell by her expression.

I’ve only set foot on this property one other time — the night the Softs were massacred. I pour myself a large portion of wine as well and allow buried memories to surface.

Barely a teenager at thirteen, my parents allowed me to travel from Sweden to visit my Colorado relatives on my own. That horrible night, all able-bodied adult wolves were in Glenwood Springs, responding to intelligence from the Granite pack that hunters would converge there. I wanted to go, too. But, no. I was relegated to help a babysitter look after an eight-year-old Carine.

The hunters did indeed show up in Glenwood. However, another group swiftly descended on Aspen — on the Softs, specifically.

Was it a coincidence? I never believed that. It had to have been a concerted plan to lure wolves away from Aspen and leave the eminent family unprotected.

I look over at Sophia. Her wine glass is almost empty.

“More?” I hold the bottle up, ready to pour.

She shakes her head no.

“You’re wondering why I brought you here.” My candor brings her gaze to mine.

Curiosity and apprehension are among the emotions that flit across her expression. Distrust emerges and stays.

Eyes narrowed, she looks away from me. “That’s just one question I have.”

“This is where you must be to connect to the old crone and to your legacy.” I let the rest hang. She’s smart. She’ll connect the dots she already has in her sights and the rest as they appear before her.

“You knew about my connection to this place when we looked at that property.” She points across the water.

I nod and smile. “In addition to being incredibly sexy, you’re a very perceptive witch.”

“Just because you saw a few books on my bookshelf doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know what you are, Sophia.”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. Gently, I cup her beautiful face with both of my hands to look into those gorgeous eyes. There’s a vulnerability in their depths.

“You are a witch.”

Licking her lips, she simply stares at me.

“Trust me, my beauty. You want answers about yourself? The old crone is an excellent place to start. You just need to tune in to her. This is the best place on Earth to do that.”

Contemplating my words, a spark of curiosity burns away most of the vulnerability. As I suspected, she’s ravenous for knowledge. So desperate for it that it’s palpable and overrides the rest of her emotions.

“Come.” I stand, hold out a hand to help her up. “Let me show you something.”

“I’ve been over this property dozens of times. There’s nothing new that you can show me.”

An owl hoots as the full moon continues its rise over the eastern ridge of the mountain. The strong scent of the columbine combined with Sophia’s natural scent is exceedingly provocative. It’s hard to resist, but resist I must. Right now, I must focus on connecting her to her power.

“Humor me,” I say softly. “It’s very important –– to you. Please, Sophia.”

Her hesitation has weakened considerably. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she succumbs to her need to know. Clasping my hand, she rises gracefully to her feet.

“We might need your worship tools,” I say.

She lifts her tote.

Leaving the lanterns with the blanket, I grab my backpack. Hand in hand, we walk just a few yards to a circle laid out in stones and surrounded by the white trunks of aspen trees.

“I’ve been here. It’s a sacred circle,” she says.

I nod. “Very good. You are correct. It is a witches’ circle – an old, venerable one.” I lead her over the stones.

When her feet touch the ground in the circle, a soft breeze waifs up from below. I’m astonished. Her power is already engaged with the energy here.

“Aside from knowing it was even here, how do you know how old it is?” She asks me.

“Good questions. The answers to which you will know soon.”

She squints her eyes at me.

“Let’s just take it step by step. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Her eyes narrow further.

I sigh in frustration, wishing I had time to go slower with her.

“Alright. Will you be satisfied with a short explanation and have the details filled in at a later time?” I smile, needing to keep it light.

She shrugs and nods.

“Was that a yes or no? If a no, then I’ll tell you nothing.” I smirk. Despite the gravity of the moment, I enjoy teasing her.

Frustrated herself, she rolls her eyes at me. “Yes.”

I laugh. “Has Carine shared the wolf creation lore with you?”

Dry now, Sophia’s gorgeous hair flutters around her as she shakes her head no.

“While lycanthropy is mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it was in reference to people who had some wolf traits — exceptionally strong, exceedingly hairy, ravenous appetites and the like. It isn’t until much later, during the fifteenth century that you’ll find written accounts of shapeshifting humans to wolves and wolves to humans.”

With a shadow of amusement, she raises an eyebrow. “This is the short version of how you knew this circle existed?”

“Yes, baby,” I chuckle. “Here’s the punch line. The ancient ones, the witches, needed protection from the hunters during the inquisition so they created us — werewolves from a race of lycanthropic men and women. In the generations since, a few Lycans have mated outside their species and a few of their children either lost the power to shift or went rogue. The core group, the purebreds, called sovereign wolves, remain loyal.”

Watching her process that bit of information, I pause for a moment.

“My ancestors were created by your ancestors. I’m pure and I’m your protector, Sophia.”

Her expressive eyes hide nothing. She doesn’t believe me. “Then where the hell have you been all my life?” She jokes.

I chuckle. “You haven’t needed me until now.”

She licks her lips. “Does that explain why we’re so attracted to one another?”

“No, älskling. That’s something else entirely.” The rising moon has cleared the mountain.

“Face directly east,” I say.

She turns slightly. “Is this right?”

“Well, lets see.” I take a compass from the backpack, stand behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist. With the compass in my other hand, I reach out in front of her so we can both see the reading.

“Perfect.” I smile. “As I said, a very perceptive witch.”

This close, her scent is irresistible. I slip the compass in my pocket and pull her softness back to my chest. I kiss the nape of her neck, justifying it with her need to relax. “Mmmmm. I get so distracted by you.”

She leans back further, bares more of her throat for my lips.

“The witch teases me, again.” I chuckle, but give her what she wants – a trail of kisses from her ear to her shoulder. My fangs drop. Lightly and careful not to break skin, I bite the tender spot where shoulder and throat meet, licking the nibble away.

Soon. We will mate soon.

Her nipples tighten under her bodice. I growl and slide my right hand up to cup her left breast, slowly and softly my thumb strokes the sensitive peak. She moans for me. I nuzzle her ear.

“Sweet Sophia. I must step away.” I release her, walk around to look into her smoldering eyes. “It’s only our second date and here you are seducing me, again.”

She’s all indignant. “Me seducing you? I’m not the one kissing necks.” A tiny smile lifts one corner of her mouth.

My effort to relax her seems to have worked, never mind my uncomfortable hard-on.

“Says the one who lured me into her bathroom when she was gloriously naked and dripping wet.”

And I’m not talking about the shower water.

“That wasn’t on purpose.” She blushes.

“No? Still I’m faulting you for having such an intoxicating scent.” I lean in to inhale. “I can smell your arousal, you know.”

Her breath catches, eyes dilate even more with desire.

“Mmmm. I’m like a hapless bee lured by a succulent flower.” I close my eyes, inhale again. “I can’t wait to taste your nectar.”

Author Bio:
Dany Rae is convinced that romance readers are the best readers. Unabashedly in love with love stories, they know what a magic balm romance novels are to the human psyche, especially in tumultuous times.

Take bits of Jackie Collins, elements of Fifty Shades, a touch of J. R. Ward, and mash in a healthy dose of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and you’ve got the essence of Dany Rae’s storytelling style.

She’s devoted to writing sexy yet smart, mystical yet believable storylines woven by tantalizing, well-developed characters that pull readers in.

Dany Rae is a graduate of the University of Colorado at Boulder, majoring in broadcast journalism and minoring in political science. An award-winning screenwriter and ex-TV producer, she left her civilian career with the U.S. military at the end of 2016 to pursue her dream.

After the devastating loss of her son in November 2015 and her mother just six weeks later, Dany Rae understands the power of love. It’s a lifesaver, sometimes literally.

Visit her website to join her reader group. As a member, you’ll have the opportunity to sign up for ARCs (advanced reader copies) of her books, read sneak peeks and be notified of upcoming releases.

** Due to vivid love scenes and naughty language, Dany Rae Miller novels are intended for adults. *


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